"That's it!" Su Xinzheng succeeded in intimidating the two with sensational assumptions, and then took advantage of the victory to pursue them: "Then why are those people who participated in the civil unrest willing to participate in this headless business?" ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly reached out and picked up the curtain and shouted at the driver in front of him: "Stop, I want to relieve myself!" ”

Fan Dingbo and Mi Yun watched him get out of the car, and then glared at each other, and for a while, the two had nothing to talk about.

After a while, I saw Su Xinzheng tying his pants with one hand, lifting the curtain and walking in, and said: "Even if I take a step back, this person is displaced and become refugees because of natural disasters." ”

When he said this, he leaned forward and asked, "If it weren't for the king's lack of righteousness, where would these natural disasters come from?" ”

Mi Yun and Fan Dingbo's faces turned pale in shock, they never thought that there would be such a disrespectful person in this world, and ...... The object of this disrespectful speech is still against the Emperor of the Ninety-Five, who has been ordained by heaven!

In fact, according to the saying of this era, what Su Xinzhi said is not unreasonable, and in the "Tang Huan" and "Qin Oath" in the "Book of Shang", it was mentioned that Shang Tang was guilty of "one more person is guilty, and there are no more than ten thousand people." ", and Mu Gong's guilt himself, "I can't protect my descendants and Li Min, and I am also said to be dead." ”。

With the development of the times, the edict of guilt has become a life-saving straw for the emperor when he encounters natural and man-made disasters, the dislocation of monarchs and ministers, and even the crisis of the regime...... It seems that this edict can make God forgive his previous mistakes.

But...... No matter how reasonable your punishment is, there is a tenfold and hundredfold theoretical basis, and you can't put these messy things on the emperor's head like a basin!

Su Xinqi was dumbfounded before meeting the two people, and only felt that he had won easily, and went out to soak in urine, so he came up with such a big killer move.

What a genius in the capital, it's nothing more than that!

Having gained the upper hand, he was so proud that he no longer wanted to talk to the two defeated men, and closed his eyes and leaned behind him.

After being quiet for a long time, I heard the whisper of Mi Yu faintly sandwiched between the gurgling carriages: "Next time, let's let Xing come and talk and debate with Mr. Su......

Songjiang Mansion Thirteen Townships and Fifty Guarantees, is the root of Shanghai's history and culture, and later generations have the saying that "there is Songjiang Mansion first, and then there is Shanghai Beach".

Although Hangzhou is only a hundred miles away from this Songjiang, but considering that there are women and children in the car, they stop and go without hurrying, and finally they are forced to bump on the carriage for a whole day, which makes people feel sore all over the body, but fortunately, the space in the car is large enough, so that it is not difficult to stretch a leg and arm.

The sky was already dark, Chen Xian lifted the curtain and looked forward, and saw a city in the east towering in the afterglow of the setting sun, and in the golden afterglow, it seemed that even the edge of the city was glowing with golden luster.

At this time, the city was close to closing, and there were a few soldiers standing scattered on the drawbridge, waving lazily to drive people into the city.

When the carriage drove to the gate of the city with the word "Baocheng" written on it, the coachman gave directions, and the soldiers waved impatiently and drove them into the city.

Entering this Songjiang Mansion City, Chen Xian felt that this place was very different from the prosperous Hangzhou where he had lived for a long time, and the Songjiang Mansion in front of him really could not coincide with the Oriental Pearl of the high-rise buildings that he saw in his later life - entered the city gate and turned right to cross the Fengle Bridge, the main road in the city was only paved with stone slabs in the middle, and the dirt roads on both sides of the road were still stepped on, at this time it was getting late, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and the old row of houses on the road were all two-storey, which was quite a bit of the desolate feeling of a small city.

Because Yue Zheng's family still lives in Qingpu Town, Shanghai County, which is still dozens of miles away from here, a few people first found an inn in the city and opened a few rooms to stay, planning to go to Qingpu early tomorrow morning to see the fishing boats that Yue Zheng said.

In the guest room, Lu Xiaochai sat at the small table, looking at the candlelight in front of him with a depressed expression, and did not speak for a long time.

"Little hairpin!" Chen Xian walked in the door, sat down beside her with a smile, picked up the tea on the table and poured a cup, took a sip but felt that the tea was really bitter and astringent and difficult to swallow, so he put it down and asked: "Why are you still depressed when you go back to your hometown?" ”

"The concubine is thinking about ......" Lu Xiaochai turned her eyes to look at Chen Xian, squeezed out a smile and said: "I haven't come back for a long time, this Songjiang Mansion is still the same as the concubine remembers." ”

Seeing that she didn't answer the question, Chen Xian pushed his chin to the edge of the table, looked up at the woman in front of him, and asked, "Xiao Hai is worried about your brother's fishing boat?" ”

Lu Xiaochai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said a little abruptly: "The officials did those experiments in Sun Gongzi's house, the concubine can't even understand them, and now she has to run this fishing boat business...... The concubine thought that she was born as a fisherman, and she didn't even know how to fish, otherwise she could have helped......"

It turned out that she was depressed about this kind of thing, so Chen Xian took her hand, stubbornly pasted the white greasy soft wattle on her face, and said with a smile: "Xiaochai can sit here with me, it has already helped me a lot!" ”

Lu Xiaochai felt the cheek of her sweetheart in the palm of her hand, so she curled her index finger and quietly picked his earlobe, her subconscious little action was intimate and bold, at this time her heartbeat was slightly faster, and by the way, even her mood was much better.

Chen Xian saw that she was in a better mood, so he also thought about it...... In this era, after a woman marries into a large family, she has to teach her husband and children, and she spends her youth in that small courtyard every day until she grows old.

It's as if they didn't exist in this world at all.

For them, marriage has even become a lifelong prison, and they are prisoners bound by the world.

Chen Xian was never willing to let the woman in front of him be bound by this feudal etiquette in a small mansion...... Maybe her "Hua Hanxiang" business can let her help deal with some of it.

"Okay!" There was a knock on the door, and Mi Yun's weak voice came in.

Chen Xian opened the door, but saw that this noble son was depressed at the moment, and he was actually similar to Lu Xiaochai's expression just now.

"Brother Mi, what's wrong?" Chen Xian grinned, but secretly said in his heart: I don't have the time to make you kid happy, if you have a fart, let it go, go back and fight against that Fan Dingbo's poetry!

Mi Yu smiled bitterly and opened his mouth to complain: "Okay, this Mr. Su's views on the court are very extreme, and he also persuades him not to move, he is really stubborn, I and Dingbo Shicai have thought of words again, but now we can't find him, do you know where he went?" ”

"Huh?" Chen Xian glared, could it be that these people were arguing in the carriage all the way, no wonder Mi Yun looked weak, and his feelings were from the source, and he didn't argue with Su Xin's punishment of the rough martial artist?